I took my sore legs to the gym this morning, but I forgot socks. I packed up my gym bag the night before, and I asked myself about 5 times, “Did I forget anything? I think I forgot something…” But I insisted to myself that I had it all– except I was wrong. Anyway, 3 sockless miles left me with some nice raw spots and blisters. My left foot fell asleep again, too, despite stopping and loosening the laces of my shoe.
I wrote a big long Livejournal-ish story about my experiences with dieting through my life. I’m still mulling it over and smoothing out some rough spots, but hopefully I’ll be able to share how much stepping off the dieting wagon changed my life. It’s full of detail, so I’m trying to balance the poignancy and overshare. :)